Disclaimer: I don't own MASH. If I did, it would have been even slashier than it already was, if that's humanly possible

A/N: Response to Lisa's ABC challenge: Write a fic for every letter of the alphabet. (only 16 left--yay!) J, juxtaposed. B.J.'s POV.
Random trivia: B.J. is indeed spelled with dots. Whether it stands for something or not, there are dots.

Juxtaposed

Hawk and I are walking from the Mess to the Swamp. His arm brushes against mine, so lightly I would barely notice, if not for the fact that his touch always sends a shiver of electricity through me.

I've noticed before, but I notice even more now, how close Hawk and I stand, sit and walk. You rarely ever find one of us without the other, and now it seems like we're never apart. I guess I've been making more of a point to brush his shoulder with mine as we walk, his knee with mine as we eat.

It's always happened, but it was also always accidental. Well…not conscious, at any rate.

Now, it's on purpose, more of a prelude to the kisses that we'll sneak than anything else.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Hawkeye asks me, breaking into my thoughts.

"Us," I answer honestly.

"Yeah? What about us?"

I shrug. "How much we 'accidentally' touch each other." I nudge him with my elbow.

He nudges back as he steps past me into the Swamp. "Oh, so it'd be an accident if I did this?" he smirks, grabbing my hand and pulling me into the Swamp too. As soon as the door bangs shut, he kisses me.

"Well," I gasp when the kiss is over, "I guess so."

Hawkeye grins at me. "I assure you, it was no accident."

"Well then, I guess I was thinking about how much we touch each other on purpose."

Hawkeye laughs, and then steps over to the still. "I'm glad you're feeling better," he says, handing me a drink.

"You're the one who made me feel better," I point out. "Well, you helped at least."

Hawk sits on his cot, and gestures for me to sit beside him. As I do, he says, "I did." I take a sip of my drink. "I don't…" he trails off, and I look up from my glass to see why. He's staring at our knees, which are touching.

"Clearly, you are fascinated by the human knee."

"No, it's just…huh. You're right. We do touch a lot." He's quiet for a second, and then goes on thoughtfully, "We always have, practically from the day you got here…was it all leading up to this?"

I think about it for a minute, then reply, "Maybe, if you believe in some kind of divine plan. Or maybe we're just physical people."

"I think I like the divine plan idea better."

"Why, Hawkeye Pierce, you hopeless romantic," I tease.

He sticks his tongue out at me, and then takes a swallow of his drink. I toss back the last of mine, and then stand up to refill my glass. "Beej," Hawkeye asks, "you wanna fill mine too?"

"If I must," I sigh, then fill both glasses and return to the bed. Hawkeye accepts his drink with one hand, and then flings the other across my shoulders.

"Thanks."